WHO Draco Malfoy & Theodore Nott. WHAT the classic chance encounter. With a bit of paperwork and a lot of frustration. WHEN October 18th. Around lunch-time. WHERE near the Ministry of Magic. RATING/STATUS TBD/Incomplete.
What exactly they needed all the documents for was a mystery to Theodore. The only thing that he was sure of, was that it detracted from his precious time. Time that could have been spent repairing the damage in the Egyptian exhibition at the museum (and Merlin knew, it wouldn't be a second too soon when the whining mummy was finally cleaned up. Its high, thin voice had been grating on Theodore's nerves for hours now). That was why when he had finally successfully faced bureaucracy and gathered all the documents, their translations and the verifications thereof, Theodore felt more winded than after a day spent on an excavation site. His head hurt, the sun probably shone merely to annoy him and the thought of returning to the troublesome mummy quite detracted from his cheerful disposition. Therefore, the Slytherin was looking for a distraction. For a delay. For...was that Draco Malfoy?!?
Theodore froze in mid-stride and shielded his eyes against the sun (the bloody thing shone exactly into his eyes. He should hex it). "Draco?" He asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.